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Monday, May 08, 2006

‘After Dance Hours’

It’s after dance hours and
The fragrance of your name lingers
True to your name
What if it’s after we’ve danced
And nothing will be the same
We’ll cherish the days
We danced
Only till it started to rain
We loved
Only till it started to pain
Posted by Bacterium at 2:24 AM
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